I had vanilla ice cream and orange sherbert. Yumm.
Dinner was so good!! I never like my own cooking, but I have to admit, I put my whole foot in my meal...lol.
Several thoughts hit me, though, as I was eating alone, watching the movie alone, having dessert alone, and ultimately went to bed alone.
I don't have to spell it out, do I?
Yup, it sucks, but I'm putting on a brave face.
I looked on craigslist (the poor man's match.com) to see if I could find someone under their ltr (long term relationship) section. And ummm....
I emailed this guy:
ISO OF A BBW BLK WOMAN WHOSE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING REAL (LTR) - 27 (BKLYN, QNS, BX)
Hi, my name is Cookoo. Do you have a full-body pic?
What's the point of writing me if you're not going to respond.
I resent the pic.
I have your pic already, why didn't you call already?
You never gave me your info.
Yes I did. Maybe you're hitting up too many guys at the same time.
I will forward every e-mail you sent.
I assure you I don't have your info.
Why are you playing games.
LOOK, I don't have your number and if its not in the next e-mail, don't bother e-mailing again.
Oo you know this fool e-mails me 7 times between 3:00am and 5:00am, different variations of - this is my number, when are we going to hang out, this is my number, you can't say you don't have it, why haven't you called yet.
I e-mailed him at 8am when I woke up.. It was plain and simple: Please do not contact me anymore.
Whatever, I already told you not to contact me. I forgot about you a long time ago.
I had to delete his message before I really told him something serious.
I slept well, but woke up to my roommate (another story completely) bursting through my door at 6am telling me he's sick.
I had a good 6hours, twice the norm for the past 2 weeks. I'm STILL tired.
I don't think it's me per se. I think it's this stupid job.
I detest authority and I thought it was because I don't like to be told what to do. In fact, it is because I don't like the superiority complexes "authority figures" have. I am one of 2 African-Americans in upper-management. The other is a male, and let's just say he's "assimilated". The others, besides a female Spanish lady are all Israeli Jew, South African, or Romanian. I won't say it's race. Maybe it is ageism or sexism, but to get them to hear me speak is like I have my head underwater.
I need another job. Plain and simple.
Something preferably creative, where I won't be taking a major price cut.
Thngs that make you go hmmm...
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